[Intro: KOG Devo]
They say what don't kill you makes you stronger
And sometimes ya past haunts ya
Don't let it kill you in the process
I tell them know that Devo got this
[Verse 1: KOG Devo]
Cameras flashing
b*tches asking where you been at
Devin spazzing
I'm getting checks because I'm rapping baby don't you panic
Just tell that b*tch that he gone see his daddy
I'm wishing for that foreign car I'll settle for that caddy
My n*gga push that ice
So many n*ggas lost they life I had to sacrifice
They told me get it right
While mama gone I hit the corner every day and night
So I can get me some money to get my girl some ice
Oh now she splashing on me
I love my baby and my money so I'm never lonely
And R.I.P to my twins you know I keep them on me
You know it hurt daddy heart I got that call from Tony
He told me keep yo head
Dev I know you fed up
But just do it for yo daughters
So n*gga I been harder than I ever been
No I ain't showing no sympathy
Know I gotta win
Funny how n*ggas be changing when Devo start a trend
You know I'm cold with the styling but better with the pen
n*ggas jacked me for my change I'm talking many men
But now I got a .40 on me and some Benjamins
I'm never lacking pray to god I don't commit a sin
And I say if I go to hell I'm screaming f*ck it then
[Verse 2: KOG Devo]
2 Chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Old hoes I went to school with saying get it boy
Don't let this choppa hit ya head it just might split it boy
And if yo hoe up on my line I might just hit it boy
Trapoholic so retarded don't know what to call it
See I got caught up in the house my n*gga f*ck a closet
You gotta problem
I gotta feeling I gotta spark it
Load it then c*ck it point at ya brain got stains on the carpet
Then grab ya women di*k in her stomach wet like a faucet
She yellin "slay me in front the baby" (Devo stop talkin)
Man f*ck that n*gga I f*cked his lady and sent her walkin
Then seen her n*gga mean muggin boy you really stalkin
Clean up ya act and maybe b*tches wouldn't cheat on you
I used to struggle gettin one but now I'm keepin two
You think I'm lyin ask my b*tches they gone speak the truth
I call my homie Lil Tony see what he gone do
Tony Montana be loading that hammer and blasting the blammer
Shooting on stage don't give a f*ck bout a camera
We so unorganized Lil n*gga what the f*ck is a planner
My ex be hittin up my phone that Lil b*tch know I can't stand her
She so annoying but I guess she doesn't know why I canned her
b*tch from East Atlanta
Pour a four in the Fanta
Buy a pint if you got gualla give a f*ck bout a minor
f*ck ya Ma and ya Nana
Smoking sweet Tropicana
Light the spliffy up and chief it might just f*ck up my grammar
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